Yijuan cloud

Chapter 43
Xianggui didn't pick it up, just stared at the piece of fruit with a confused look in her eyes.

Wen Jin brought the fruit to her mouth, and she opened her mouth and ate it whole.His cheeks were bulging, because he ate too quickly and choked and coughed.

"Don't worry, come and eat." Wen Jin put his arm around her shoulders, helped her sit down on the couch, and pushed the plate in front of Xiang Gui.

I poured a cup of tea and gently placed it in front of Xianggui. She didn't even raise her head, and she concentrated on eating the fruit with both hands.

"You see her hair is messy and a little sticky, and the people who serve her are not doing their best. It looks like they haven't washed it for several days." I sighed.

Wen Jin said: "People in the house are used to flattering others and suppressing others. How glorious was she in the past? Now that she has retreated, she is acting crazy. Those people are already good at taking care of food, drinking, and toileting. If she continues to be blamed, they will definitely say She won't let her go, or she can't control a madman." At this point, he paused and whispered, "He's not the master after all."

With that said, she reached for the fragrant powder box in Xianggui's hand so that she could eat the fruit easily.

But as soon as Wen Jin's hand touched the box, Xiang Gui protected him, jumped down from the couch, stood far away, the fierce look from the past appeared on his face again, stared at Wen Jin and me and said coldly: "This is How can you use what the prince has rewarded me with?"

In an instant, Wen Jin and I were stunned, not knowing whether she was awake or confused.

But soon, the corners of Xianggui's mouth curved slightly, revealing a shy smile. She carefully opened the powder and sprinkled it on her face. Only then did she realize that she was also ill just now.

Xianggui was barefoot and immersed in pleasure.I have never seen her smile so happily.

Usually she is the most arrogant, solemn, and boring person. Unexpectedly, she also has such an innocent side.

I whispered: "Don't you, the prince, be suspicious of Eunuch Tang?"

"First of all, I went to ask. She had lunch there, but there was nothing unusual when she came out. She returned home well. Who knows what happened to her in the remaining half day? She didn't say anything and was about to commit suicide. , now that he is crazy again, how can he investigate? Without real evidence, how could the prince offend Eunuch Tang for a slave..."

Xianggui, who was admiring the powder box, suddenly raised his head when he heard Wen Jin's words. His eyes were full of fear and gradually became frantic.

She knelt down with a cry and trembled: "Kill me...please let me go...father-in-law, please..."

He muttered a few words to himself, screamed again, stood up suddenly and ran towards the door.

Wen Jin and I looked at each other and hurriedly chased after him.More than a dozen maids and boys searched the yard for most of the night, but no one was found.

The mansion was large, and there were many rock gardens. It was hard to find it in the dark, so I had to wait until dawn to search slowly.

After I went back, I couldn't sleep, always thinking about what Xianggui said. She said that King Yi called me Juan Yun?

Then I suddenly thought of the poem written by King Yi that day. Does he also know my real name?
I stayed up late the night before. The next day, I struggled to get up. As soon as I packed up and came out, I saw two little maids running out in a hurry.

I asked casually: "What are you doing in such a hurry?"

The two little maids stopped and said, "Sister Duo'er doesn't know, right? We found Xianggui. She ran to the lake for some reason last night, and this morning the guys in the kitchen went to pick lotus leaves for cooking. , I saw people floating in the lake."

In order to completely solve the troubles in the north, Daying's army fought with the Tatars many times. During this period, they were attacked and invaded by Oara, and the war became stalemate.

The emperor issued an order to serve as the censor of the capital, meaning that King Yi would supervise the affairs of the fortresses (now referred to as the Great Wall and border walls) such as Zhangjiakou, Ximalin, and Xiyanghe.

Therefore, in the past few days, the King of Yi and the Governor of the Xuan Mansion went on site inspections.

At first, he rose up at sunrise and returned at sunset. Later, King Yi only went to the governor's mansion from time to time to listen to reports and did not go there.

On this day, King Yi wanted to go to the Tianxiang Pavilion in the city to listen to a play. The maids and guards took to the streets in great numbers.

The boss of Tianxiang Pavilion had already received the letter and personally welcomed King Yi into the private room on the second floor through the side door.King Yi was sitting next to the table by the railing, looking like he was evacuating lazily, and asked: "What's going on recently?"

The boss hurriedly said respectfully: "Your Majesty, it's a coincidence that the shop has just staged a new play by a Taoist from Qingyuan, "Nanke Ji". The words are simple and elegant, but the content is extremely clear and wonderful, with fiction and reality, truth and falsehood. There are no branches or vines, no delays, it can be said to be a rare play."

I love listening to operas very much. When the boss mentioned the name of a Taoist from Qingyuan, I was already looking forward to it. I pricked my ears and waited for King Yi to make his decision.

But his face remained calm, and he knelt down beside the table with a dignified posture, making tea.

King Yi didn't take it seriously and just said: "Then let's do it this way."

The boss was busy responding, and Zhong Ming ordered: "Bring some of the store's signature wine and food."

"This is natural. The little one has already prepared for it."

Delicacies from the mountains and seas were laid out on the table, and the waiter who was there to test the dishes used a silver spoon to test the poison and taste them, and then he decided to use them.

King Yi only took a few bites of vegetables, then looked at the stage below, drinking and listening to the play.

Because I was sitting on my knees on one side, I couldn't see what was going on on the stage. I could only hear the babbling sounds. The words were really fantastic, and I couldn't help but feel entranced.

His eyes only saw that the wine glass on the table was empty, so he immediately refilled it.

King Yi also didn't care. There was wine in the cup, so he reached out and drank it.

I didn’t know how many glasses of wine I poured, but Zhong Ming waved his hand towards me, indicating that I shouldn’t add any more, and I finally came back to my senses from the drama.

King Yi was leaning on the couch with a relaxed expression, looking at the audience. The corners of his handsome profile and mouth were slightly raised in a trance. Although there was a smile, it was not genuine.

Suddenly there was the sound of an argument outside the private room. Zhong Ming bowed to King Yi and walked out.

After a while, he came back and bent down to say something to King Yi. King Yi turned his head and looked at the door casually and said, "Please come in."

A middle-aged man wearing a navy blue robe walked in with a smile. After walking into the room, he saluted and said, "Meng pays homage to the Sixth Prince."

King Yi put down his wine glass casually and said with a "tsk": "Sir, please get up. Sir, it's been a long time since I saw this king. How can I still remember my past title? Please sit down quickly."

I stood up and led Mr. Meng to sit down on the low couch opposite King Yi.

Although this man was old, he was still energetic and said with a smile: "In my heart, the prince has always been Emperor Cheng Xiao's most beloved sixth prince."

King Yi said: "Sir, you are joking. My father treats me just like several of his brothers. Where did you come from? How did you end up in this barbaric land?"

Mr. Meng said with a smile: "I have no fixed abode and have traveled far and wide. I have not yet found a safe place to live. I just heard downstairs that the prince is here and I came here to pay my respects."

King Yi said: "Sir, you are late, otherwise you would have been able to listen to Taoist Qingyuan's new play with me."

Mr. Meng said: "It's not too late, not too late. This play has not yet reached its climax. I can still listen to it with the prince. To be honest, I have already heard this play once in other places."

King Yi picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Oh? I wonder what should happen next?"

Mr. Meng said calmly: "Next, don't listen to this drama. It's just a dream. All things will return to nothingness. How can a proud man like the prince be compared with an ant?"

(End of this chapter)